The Rivals - Dylan Allen Page 0,236

door close just as I’m dropping my bra over the door handle of his bedroom

I slip out of my panties and walk to the huge armoire that takes up almost an entire wall. I slip the string of my G-string onto the small handle that opens it and start to climb inside.

Just as I’m tucking myself inside, the entire house is plunged into darkness. I quiver with delight when I hear the squeak of the bedroom door’s hinges and footsteps moving across the floor toward me.

I hold my breath.

I mean, I know he’s there. He knows I’m there. But with every step he takes my heart rate ticks up a notch.

“Kal. You broke the rules.” I yelp. He’s standing right outside the armoire.

“You were supposed to run, hide and let me find you. By leaving a trail—thank you for the panties by the way, your cunt smells delicious—you’ve deprived me of my chase.” His voice is so deep, it resonates through and gooseflesh spreads all over my body.

“Oh, I’m so, so, sorry, Remi,” I purr.

“Good.” The door opens, and he’s standing there, naked, except for a tie draped over his shoulders and his thick, already rock-hard cock in his hand. His fist moves up and down, in a lazy stroke that immediately captivates me. The moonbeams cut in through the window and illuminate the head of it.

Oh, this has to be some sort of sin.

Nothing so tempting that it makes me forget my name can actually be good for me. My fingers are brushing the warm skin of his chest before I even realize I’ve lifted my hand. He steps back.

“Get down here and show me just how sorry you are.”

Chapter 32

YOURS

KAL

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I take his proffered hand and climb down from the closet. I need the support because my thighs are quivering.

He turns away and walks to the bed. His naked ass is a beautiful thing. And I’m almost drooling by the time he turns around to face me. He sits down at the edge of the bed and spreads his thighs and continues stroking his thick dick. I take a step toward him.

He pulls the tie from around his neck and snaps it. “Offer yourself to me,” he says and this time the command in his voice is different. It’s darker, but sensual and I would do anything he says.

I kneel first, cup my breasts drop my head down to swipe my tongue across my nipple.

“Fuck, Kal. Come and let’s suck them together.”

Gingerly, I place my hands on the cool wood floor and lift my head so our eyes are locked while I prowl, slowly toward him. His dark eyes are like a line that casts hooks into mine. Each move forward is driven by the pull of that tether.

“Is your sweet cunt wet?” His husky voice is so deep it’s nearly a growl.

“So wet, it’s dripping down my thighs.” He moves his hand faster.

“I’m going to lick it off and then suck more of it out of you,” he promises and his hand speeds up. His eyes close briefly and I speed up my movement.

“I want to suck you, too. Will you come in my mouth?”

“Repeatedly, baby. But when you get here, I want you on your knees in front of me and I want you to tell me how badly you want me to fuck you. Tell me you’ll never let anyone else in that body.”

I reach him in a dozen paces and place my hands on his knees and start to slide my fingers toward the center of his thighs. His free hand grabs one wrist then the other.

“Not until I tell you, greedy.” He smirks and gives his drool worthy dick one more stroke before he lets go. It bobs right in front of my mouth. My tongue darts out, but I only manage a small swipe of his salty head before he moves away.

He wraps his tie around my wrists and I gasp.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

He ties a tight knot and binds my hands together.

I lean forward to try and take his cock between my lips, again. He moves away.

“No. Not yet.”

He rests my hands on the bed in between his spread thighs. Just out of reach of him. Then he grips my chin and forces my eyes up to his. They’re so very dark, and yet I can see the hunger, the heat, the love burning bright in them.

“I’ve spent my whole life without you. Knowing that another man has been eating